By Ronald W. Clark, Jr.

I'm strapped to a gurney

For my Final Journey.

For all to see

premeditated homicide

is what it will be.

The liquid will flow

through the I.V. below,

My eye's will shut,

my lung's will collapse,

and my heart will burst,

and my body will be driven off

in a pearly white hearse.

In the name of Justice

Is what they will cry,

but the justice they seek

is nothing more than a lie.

For it was all quite phony,

with false testimony.

The trial was a sham,

Yes, one big scam.

For I had no support

From the U.S. Court

who assigned me Mr. Davis,

an incompetent attorney

and that's why I'm off

on my Final Journey.